… your birthday is a bad day.
no, really. listen to me for a second.
your birthday means you’re getting older. it means that another year has passed and you still didn’t do all the things you promised yourself you would. it means your dreams are still just that: dreams.
your birthday implies that everyone will come to you with a smile on their faces, like it’s the happiest day on earth, to give you a kiss and wish you all the best when most of them don’t even like you. it’s about hypocrisy and fake laughs.
your birthday means it’s that time of the year you review your priorities. means some things that were last year, definitely aren’t this year. it means people you thought cared about you, well, they really don’t. and you realise that. you realise that they’re not here with you this year. and maybe, just maybe, they never will be again.
you shed a tear.
you cry all you need because you allowed that another life passed you by. another dream. another reality. this is you now. this is the person you hate and the zombie you’ve become going through another hell year of not knowing what you’re doing on this earth.
your birthday makes you go on trips down memory lane. on how you promised yourself you’d get to this age with a boyfriend, 30 pounds less heavy, prettier. happier. it makes you realise memory lane sucks and nothing of sorts happened and you still look in the mirror and hate what you see.
you’re 15 with a dream. and then you’re not and you’re 22 and all your life has changed and it didn’t. your dreams, in the end, are still the same yet you trick yourself into believing that everything you’re doing is for a reason. everything you study. you get yourself into a mad master degree because it’s awesome and it is but all you wanted was to sing in a rock ‘n roll band.
you’re 15 with a dream.
and you’re 22.
and not feeling like a Taylor Swift song.
and this is your life.
and believe me: your birthday is, in all honesty, a bad day.
tumblr should have a status thing that tells you how many of your followers are currently online so you know the right time to post a selfie
lol this is the typa ask i get.
i think you can tell a lot about a person by which harry potter death caused them the most pain